The Ultimate Sword Master

Old Sun was very perceptive.

There was no need for Gu Han to ask more questions, so he took the initiative to find the gift-giving group and found out everything.

Naturally, everyone dared not hide anything.

The saint of Xuanji Ancient Saint Dao, the lover of the ninth generation sword master Yun Jiansheng, watched for a thousand years, was imprisoned by the eldest brother, and was forced to marry by the Gan clan...

If it were before.

Due to the power of the Gan clan, everyone dared not say it too bluntly, but now... every blade of grass and every tree of the Gan clan is going to be gone, so they naturally don’t care about this.

One by one.

One by one.

Everyone told everything they knew.

"Young Master."

After a while, Old Sun returned to Gu Han and told him everything.

Gu Han was shocked again!

He wanted to re-establish Xuantian and go to Xuanji Ancient Saint Dao on purpose, but he didn't expect that they had already arrived!

He glanced at the kneeling Shixu father and daughter.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

At this time,

Shi Feiyu had already come closer, her eyes full of silence, but also a hint of last hope.

"Disciple Yuan Zhengyang!"

Beside Gu Han, Yuan Zhengyang suddenly bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice: "Meeting Master's Wife!"

"Zhengyang?"

This name.

It seemed to have touched some of Shi Feiyu's dusty memories, and her silent eyes had a little more light.

"Get up."

She seemed to have thought of something, and whispered: "He mentioned you to me, he said you are very good, if he wants to accept a disciple, you are the most suitable candidate..."

He.

The reference was naturally Yun Jiansheng.

"...Yes!"

Yuan Zhengyang's eyes were red, facing the Sword City Lord, he was not afraid at all, but at this moment he suddenly didn't dare to look into the other's eyes.

He didn't dare.

He didn't dare to tell the truth.

Shi Feiyu was extremely intelligent, how could he not see his abnormality?

The light in his eyes was trembling.

He looked at Gu Han again, "You are the one he chose, right?"

"Gu Han!"

Gu Han's face became solemn, and he bowed deeply, "Greetings, Senior!"

At this moment.

Whether it was the Xuantian Sword Cultivator.

Whether it was those who came to watch the ceremony.

All of them said nothing, quietly looking at the woman who had been watching for a thousand years, with a complicated mood.

"You are also very good."

Shi Feiyu looked at Gu Han and said softly: "It is his luck that he chose you, and it is the luck of the Xuantian Sword Sect. His vision has never been bad..."

"Senior!"

Gu Han's heart sank, and he heard the death implied in the other party's words.

Silence for a moment.

Shi Feiyu suddenly asked: "He can't come back, right?"

While speaking.

Her face became more and more haggard, and the death intention on her body became more and more intense.

At this time.

A huge sword intention poured down, and a broken sword appeared in front of everyone!

The sword body was snow-white.

Full of cracks.

There was a faint trace of the vast, ancient, immortal and indestructible sword intent.

After the broken sword.

A hazy figure in white stood up, dressed in white, with a tall figure, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a graceful figure!

The Red Dust Sword, Yun Jiansheng!

"It's him!"

"It's him!"

Among the people watching the ceremony, an old monk trembled and said, "This is the former Xuantian Ninth Generation Sword Master, Yun Jiansheng!"

What!

Everyone was stunned and looked over subconsciously.

"Obsession?"

In an instant, many people recognized that Yun Jiansheng at this moment was just a wisp of obsession.

"Alas."

"He died after all."

"I heard that the Ninth Generation Sword Master was amazingly talented. Although it was just a wisp of obsession, you can still see how elegant he was back then!"

"..."

Everyone sighed softly.

They felt.

Even though there was only a trace of obsession left, Yun Jiansheng at this moment still deserved the eight words of amazing talent and unparalleled grace!

"Today."

Zhou Yuantong looked into the distance and murmured: "I, Zhou Yuantong, can see two generations of Xuantian sword masters gather together in succession. It is also a blessing in life!"

Not only him.

This is also the idea of ​​other Xuantian sword cultivators.

Liu Zhuqing did not speak.

He subconsciously glanced at the little girl beside him and sighed softly.

It should be.

It should be the gathering of three sword masters.

"Back then."

Looking at Shi Feiyu who looked stunned, Gu Han said softly: "After the senior killed the God King with a sword, he still had something in his heart. Although he didn't say it, I know that he... should want to come back to see."

Come back to see who.

It goes without saying.

Shi Feiyu looked dazed.

She understood.

Yun Jiansheng couldn't let her go, nor could he let go of the promise made back then, so this obsession was born.

Similarly.

This is also the meaning of the existence of this obsession.

The Red Dust Sword trembled slightly.

Yun Jiansheng's eyes flashed with a soft and lively look, and he looked at Shi Feiyu silently.

I'm back.

Although he didn't speak, Shi Feiyu understood the meaning in his eyes.

"I've been waiting for you too."

Halfway through her words, she was already in tears, and her mind flashed through every bit of their time together, and she felt heartbroken.

Feiyu made an appointment, and Jiansheng kept it.

Year after year, we will never let each other down.

"Feiyu!!"

Seeing this scene, Gan Lang was jealous and forgot his situation in an instant. His face was hideous and he roared wildly!

"You saw it!"

"He's dead! He's already a dead man! Why are you still thinking about him!"

"You are my fiancée now!"

"You...you can't do this to me! I will destroy your Xuanji Ancient Saint Dao, believe it or not..."

"Idiot!"

Gan Mo's face was ashen, and he almost wanted to kill his brother on the spot!

"Shut up!"

"Big brother!"

Gan Lang's jealousy was even more intense, and he was on the verge of madness, "If I can't get Feiyu, what's the point of living..."

"Very good."

Gu Han said expressionlessly: "Then, don't live!!"

Swish!

The voice fell.

A figure instantly landed beside Gan Lang, and his right hand flashed with a dark aura, and with a roar of swallowing the sword, Gan Lang's head was already in his hand!

It was Pei Lun!

Holding a hideous head in his hand, blood stained his robes red, but he didn't care at all, and still had a smiling expression.

"The sword master has an order."

"Pei Lun will serve!"

From beginning to end, he kept his promise.

Become the sharpest sword in Gu Han's hand!

"Third brother!!"

Gan Rong's eyes were red with anger, "You dare to kill my third brother, I want you to die!!!"

"Noisy!"

Gu Han was a little annoyed.

"Hehe."

Pei Lun smiled softly, and the sword body of the swallowing sword changed. With a sweep, Gan Rong's head also flew up!

"Dad!!"

Not far away, Gan Lu's eyes suddenly turned red.

"My Gan clan will fight you to the death..."

Puff!

The sword light flashed again, and Gan Lu also died on the spot!

"You dare to kill my young master..."

Puff!

"You dare to kill my second uncle..."

Puff!

"You dare to kill my great-uncle..."

Puff!

...

For a while.

A group of Gan clan elites roared, and then they were killed one by one by Pei Lun, leaving no one alive!

The sword light flashed, and blood was spilled in the void.

After a few breaths.

Among the Gan clan members who came this time, there was only one Gan Mo left, and the rest had all died in Pei Lun's hands!

His clothes were stained with blood.

He was surrounded by dozens of heads, but he still had a smiling expression.

"The Sword Master hates noise."

He glanced at the others and said with a smile: "So, please keep quiet."